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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.