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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.