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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Nico,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.