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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.