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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.