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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.