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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.