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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.