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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.