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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.