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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Japan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.