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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.