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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.