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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.