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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.