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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.