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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.