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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Qualms,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.