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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Cymande,
Erasure,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.