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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.