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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 a-ha to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.