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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.