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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Can,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
X-101,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.