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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.