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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
UT,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.