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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.