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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Pole,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.