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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.