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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.