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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.