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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.