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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.