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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.