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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.