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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.