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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.