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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.