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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Franke,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.