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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Crime,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.