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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.