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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.