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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Swans,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.