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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.