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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.