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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.