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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.