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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Can,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.