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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.