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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.