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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.