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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.