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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.