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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.