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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.