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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.