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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.