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 East Timor 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.