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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cameo,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.