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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Q65,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.