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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.