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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.