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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.