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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.