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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
UT,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
The Names,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.