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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.