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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.