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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.