Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Nas,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.