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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.