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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.