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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.