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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.