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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.