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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.