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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.