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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.