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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.