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 Panama 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.