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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.