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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
MC5,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.