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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.