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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.