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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.