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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.