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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.