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 Togo 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.