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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Magma,
the Human League,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.