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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.