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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
The Move,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.