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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.