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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.