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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.