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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.