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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Slave,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.