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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.