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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.