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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.