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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Copeland to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.