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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Scion to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Television,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.