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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Television,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
JFA,
Darondo,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.