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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.