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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.