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 Greece 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.