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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.