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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.