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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.