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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.