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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.