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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Crime,
New Order,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.