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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.