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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Skriet,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.