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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.