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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
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.