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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.