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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.