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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.