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 France and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.