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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
June Days,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.