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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.