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 Botswana and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.