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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.