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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.