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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.