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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.