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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.