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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Pole,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.