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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.