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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.