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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.