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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.