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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.