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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.