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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.