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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.