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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.