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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Interpol,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.