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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Deakin,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.