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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.