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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Index,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.