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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.