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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.