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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.