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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.