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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Flipper,
AZ,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.