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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kaleidoscope 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.