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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.