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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.