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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.