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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.