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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Nico,
Magazine,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Technova,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.