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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.