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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.