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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.