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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.