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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.