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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
The Index,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.