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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.