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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.