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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.