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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.