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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.