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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.