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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.