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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Smog,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.