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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.