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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.