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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Scion,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.