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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.