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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.