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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.