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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.