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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight 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 dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.