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 Syria 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.