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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.