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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.