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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.