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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.