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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.