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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.