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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.