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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.