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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.