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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.