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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.