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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.