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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
10cc,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.