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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 sitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.