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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.