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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.