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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.