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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.