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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.