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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.