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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Ten City,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.