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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.