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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.