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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.