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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.