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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Franke,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.