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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.