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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.