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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.