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 Mauritania 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.