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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.