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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.