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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.