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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.