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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.