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 India and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.