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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.