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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.