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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.