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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.