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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.