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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.