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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.