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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.