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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.