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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.