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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.