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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.