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 India and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.