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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Cymande to the dance 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.