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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.