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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.