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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.