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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.