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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.