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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.