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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s 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 Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.