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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.