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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Busters,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.