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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.