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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.