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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.