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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.