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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.