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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.