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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.