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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.