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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.