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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.