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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
CMW,
Scion,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.