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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.