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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.