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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
cv313,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.