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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.