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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Rapeman 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.