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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.