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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.