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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.