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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Skarface,
10cc,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.