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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.