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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.