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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
UT,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Mars,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.