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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.