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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.