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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
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.