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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Television,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.