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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.