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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.