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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.