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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Can,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.