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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.