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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.