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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The Remains,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Index,
Faust,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Nas,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.