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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.