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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.