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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 New Christs to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.