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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.