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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.