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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.