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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.