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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.