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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
UT,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.