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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Index,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.