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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.