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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.