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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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 Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
June Days,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.