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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.