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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.