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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.