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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.