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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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 Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.