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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.