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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.