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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.