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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
PIL,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.