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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.