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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.