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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.