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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Little Man,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.