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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.