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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dual Sessions 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
John Cale,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.