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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.