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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.