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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bronski Beat 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.