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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.