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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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?
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.