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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.