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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.