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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.