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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.