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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.