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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.