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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
The Names,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.