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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.