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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.