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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.