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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.