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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.