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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.