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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.