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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.