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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Nas,
Brick,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.