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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.