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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.