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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.