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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Nas,
Moebius,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.