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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.