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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.