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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Japan,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.