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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.