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 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.