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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.