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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Franke,
Magazine,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Quantec,
Smog,
the Swans,
Q65,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.