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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
the Germs,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
the Association,
MDC,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.