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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.