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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Index,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.