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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.