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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.