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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.