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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.