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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
This Heat,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.