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 London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.