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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.