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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.