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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.