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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.