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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
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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.