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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.