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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.