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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.