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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.