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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.