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 Uruguay 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Cure to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.