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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.