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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.