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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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