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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.