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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.