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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Swans,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.