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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.