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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.