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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
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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.