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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.