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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.