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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 guitar and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Echospace,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.