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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.