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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.