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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.