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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Magma,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.