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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.