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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.