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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.