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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
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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.