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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.