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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.