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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin 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?
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
JFA,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.