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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.