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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 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 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.