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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.