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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.