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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.