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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.