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 and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
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.