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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.