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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.