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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
UT,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.