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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.