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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.