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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.