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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.