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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.