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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.