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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.