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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.