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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.