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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.