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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.