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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.