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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Scientists,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.