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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.