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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.