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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.