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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.