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 India and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.