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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.