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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Can,
ABC,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.