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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Litter,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.