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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.