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 Saudi Arabia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.