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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.