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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.