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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Alphaville,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.