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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.