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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.