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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.