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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
CMW,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.