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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.