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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.