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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.