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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.