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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Nas to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.