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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 Echospace to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.