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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.