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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.