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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.