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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.