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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.