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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Scion,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.