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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.