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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.