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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.