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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.