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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Slave,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.