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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.