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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.