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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.