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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.