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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.