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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.