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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.