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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.