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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.