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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Slave,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.