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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Can,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.