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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.