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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.