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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.