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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.