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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.