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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
X-102,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.