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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.