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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.