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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.