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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Wire,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.