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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.