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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.