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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.