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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.