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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Visage,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.