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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.