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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.