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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.