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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.