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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.