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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.