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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.