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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.