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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.