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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
UT,
Aswad,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.