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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.