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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.