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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.