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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Can,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.