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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.