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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.