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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Victims,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.