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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.