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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
PIL,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.