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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.