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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.