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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 theremin 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.