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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.