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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Niagra,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.