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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Names,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.