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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Index,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.