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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.