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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.