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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.