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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
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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.