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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.