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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Gong,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.