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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Wake,
JFA,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.