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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.