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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Can,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.