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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.