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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.