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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.