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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.