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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Can,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.