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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.