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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
X-101,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.