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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
New Order,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.