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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.