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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.