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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.