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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.