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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Move,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.