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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Index,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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