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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.