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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.