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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.