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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.