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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.