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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.