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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.