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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.