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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.