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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
UT,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.