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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.